Days of Snow

Remember days, as kids,
spent outdoors
rolling down hills
tunnelling through snow.
Drifts stood tall.
Mom made hot maple oats.
We’d listen to the radio
for school cancellations.
I’d wear longjohns
and poke my thumb out the fly.
We’d breathe frosty air.
Snots froze in nostrils.
Flakes fell on eyelids.
We’d suck icicles for drinks
and get brain-freeze.
At night our boots stood in puddles
mitts, caps cluttered ’round the door,
snowsuits and scarves on hooks.
We’d sniffle, wheeze,
and gag down Buckley’s Cough Formula.

–Rhiannon